She may be the face I can't forget. The trace of pleasure or regret may be my treasure or the price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings. May be the chill the autumn brings. May be a hundred different things within the measure of a day.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7640 | 2021-05-10 20:56:38 | 103.13 | 98% |
| 5343 | 2021-04-09 21:01:37 | 83.61 | 96% |
| 3655 | 2021-03-02 21:55:55 | 85.08 | 97% |